"Why do you care though?"

Open your fucking eyes. You went last Thursday, the day before you said that it didn't mean anything, it killed me. I finally thought we might be alright, well, when you get back that is. Apparently not. I'm not gonna pretend like I don't care anymore, 'cause I do, I don't even know why, but its pretty obvious, I just can't grab the reason.

It might be because you're the only person that I've cared about properly in ages, it could be that you actually meant something to me. Nothing mattered when you was around, every single problem seemed to vanish with the touch of your lips, you're the only reason why I felt good. The funny thing is, you actually don't know me, I don't think anybody does really, ha. Not my parents of 18 years, not my best friend of 15 years, nobody. I never opened myself in the past, only to "councellers" and stuff, but that was because I was young, and it didn't really matter. Stuff that does matter however, you know about, you're the only person that I've told stuff to, I'm normally the listener, I'm normally the one that sits there and talks through peoples problems and try to help them. You tried to help me by cutting yourself out, it didn't help.

Everythings resolved, well, most of the problems are, I've still got a few things lingering about, but they're not top priority, you now are. And getting you back will be on the top of my list for ages. Even if I disappear for a while and you don't hear from me for, idk, say a year or so, you won't be forgotten.

Its funny how I didn't ever want to be portrayed as pathetic, but there we go.

If you're just a casual reader, this means nothing to you, and you'll probably miss it unless it shows up in your reading list or whatever, I hope you do.

Got a good reason to induce some liver poisoning on myself tonight. Thanks. The first drink of the night will be dedicated to you.